The Psychic Girl

Looking at Xia Xi who was worriedly changing the bandage for himself, Yan Zini seemed to have thought of something, his expression darkened, and he lowered his head and asked.

“Madam… do you want a normal husband more?

If, if I have the opportunity to repair my spirit bones and become a practitioner like Brother Tianming, no longer needing to sit in a wheelchair and able to recover my hearing, would you be much happier?"

Xia Xi raised her head and stared into his eyes, which were filled with her shadow.

It can be seen that Yan Zini was asking her this question very seriously.

“Is it really fixable?

It doesn’t matter whether it’s possible or not, Zini, you are already very good now. You are the most amazing alchemist I have ever seen. You can read lips and you are so kind and gentle. I like you very much!

Do you remember the first time we met? You said that in your eyes, there was no difference between cultivators and ordinary people. A person's strength or weakness was not determined by a strong body alone, and the level of spiritual power did not represent the size of their abilities.

I have the same idea as you, I also think you are really handsome when you say these words!

Even if I have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, you don't have to worry too much. At least I will always be by your side.

I hope that I can always see such a positive Yan Zini, who will not belittle himself, worry about gains and losses, or worry about himself getting hurt!

Compared to whether you can become a normal person or a cultivator, I would be happier that you will not get hurt easily anymore."

Listening to her talking incessantly, Yan Zini had never thought that he would be so important in her heart. The worries and haze that had been lingering in his heart were swept away.

Looking at Xia Xi's serious expression as she bandaged the wound, as if this small wound was a very big deal, he couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

"But it seems that Madam only knows me as a pharmacist."

He said with a smile, a faint evil smile on his lips. He raised his head and approached the girl in front of him. The moment she stood up and approached him, he gently kissed the corner of Xia Xi's mouth.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly kissed her. Xia Xi felt as if she had been electrocuted. This was the first time she felt his kiss while awake. Her face turned red and she stammered.

"...Uh...I, I, are you hungry? You need to recover from your injuries! I'll make you something to eat!"

"Don't bother Madam, it's so late!"

"Yes, yes! I'll go right away!!!"

Hearing that there was food, Qing Liu, who had been guarding on the roof, immediately shouted helplessly.

“Does anyone still remember me!!! I’m hungry too!!!

Cold and hungry!!!!”

In order not to disturb Xia Xi and his master, he had been standing in the cold wind on the roof like this for several days and nights.

"It's so noisy! Got it!!"

When he went out and looked up at Qing Liu lying on the roof with his legs crossed, Xia Xi said unhappily.

"I told you to go inside! Why did you stay on the roof? Are you stupid?"

Unable to refute, Qing Liu sighed silently, how could he not be stupid? But this is the order of his master!

A world for two that cannot be disturbed...

Watching her leave, Yan Zini rubbed her lips, which still retained her body temperature, with his hands, looked at his big, swollen fingers that were wrapped, and smiled with satisfaction like a child.

……

Passing by an unfamiliar courtyard, Xia Xi saw two furtive maids looking inside from afar. She stood behind them and looked inside. The person kneeling in front of the hall was Yan Tianming.

"Why is he kneeling there?"

"I heard that because of what happened at His Majesty's birthday banquet, he has been punished by the castle lord to kneel here for almost four days. He has not eaten or drunk anything for four days. The weather is so cold that it looks like it will snow soon. If this continues, even a cultivator will get sick!"

"Yes! Although he is not the fortress owner's biological child, the eldest son is also very respectful to Yanjia Fort. This punishment is too cruel."

"The eldest master is handsome, one of the best practitioners in Dongli, and he is so kind to us servants. Oh! I am so heartbroken!"

"Is he handsome? I think he's just average! Zi Ni is also quite handsome!"

"Oh! You don't understand! Although the young master looks better than the eldest son, his temperament is too cold! He looks kind on the surface, but he always gives people the feeling of being kept at a distance..."

As they were talking, they realized something was wrong. The two maids who were peeking outside the ancestral hall frowned at each other and turned around at the same time.

The moment he saw Xia Xi, he was so scared that he fell to the ground, and ran away in panic, crawling.

Watching them leave inexplicably, Xia Xi looked up at the gloomy yet bright night sky above her head.

It has been half a year since she came to this world, and she has never seen snow here.

When I arrived at the kitchen with familiarity, there was only one cook taking a nap in the kitchen.

All the other stoves were turned off, except for a small stove that was still emitting white smoke from the stewed chicken soup.

This is the midnight snack for the person on duty in the kitchen tonight.

I tiptoed to check the ingredients. There were quite a few meat dishes from land and sea, but it was not appropriate to eat them at night. Besides, it was time-consuming and troublesome to make.

She rubbed her stomach and realized she was a little hungry.

Turning around, he caught a glimpse of a pile of long noodles rolled out by the chef left on the stove, and immediately had an idea.

She took out the purple clay casserole from the cupboard and placed it on the small stove. She secretly scooped a few spoonfuls of hot chicken soup from the stove and poured in a ladle of water.

Then he opened the food cabinet and took out some eggs and vegetables.

With skillful movements, he sprinkled a pinch of fine salt into the casserole, slowly put the noodles into the steaming boiling soup, beat in the eggs, and then blanched a few washed vegetables.

"A handful of thin noodles, half a bowl of chicken soup, a cup of water, five cents of lard, a spoonful of soy sauce, and two sweet and crispy cabbages."

I silently recited the recipe in my mind and completed the whole process in one go.

She remembered clearly that in her previous life, her family would make her such longevity noodles every birthday until her parents died in a car accident.

If she hadn't died, if she were still alive, she would have made a bowl of noodles like this for herself today.

After putting the noodles into the soup bowl and putting them into the food box, Xia Xi put the pot of chicken soup back on the stove.

She rubbed her hands, which had grown cold since leaving the stove, and looked out the window.

There was a faint white mist floating outside.

No! This is!

Snowing?!

"what!"

She couldn't help but shout out excitedly, waking up the cook who was still snoring in the kitchen.

The cook got up from his rocking chair.

"What happened?"

He murmured, but his eyes could not open, and he looked half asleep and half awake.

"It's okay, it's okay, just go back to sleep..."

Xia Xi lowered her voice and waved her hand.

Hearing this, the cook lay down again with his head tilted back and continued to sleep soundly.

Xia Xi smiled softly and picked up the lunch box.

The pure white snow flakes fluttered quietly, like feathers or elves falling from the sky.

Amidst the white floating catkins, she walked towards Youlan Pavilion with light steps.